The Medical Room & Dematerialization of the Human Body

As Commander Korton and I come out of the docking bay, we turn left.  Having been there so many times before, I know that several 'medical rooms' sit on the left, in this hallway.  Contrary to the thousands of reports of 'invasion of the human body,' I've experienced nothing but incredible healing here.

The rooms are meant for 'visitors' who come aboard.  The crew, for the most part, rarely need medical intervention.  As we glide toward the first of the rooms, my memory slides back to my first conscious visit to this room.  My 'psychic senses' had increased recently and I was well aware of the extraterrestrial presence of many from 'beyond.'  Knowing who they were, and why they were visiting me, I welcomed the experience when, during meditation, I suddenly found myself in a medical room aboard The Esartania.

Though the small ivory beings had little facial expression, I felt their compassion as though it was tangible.  The three in the room were ivory-skinned, thin, and had almond-shaped eyes.  The smallest of the three stepped forward and took my hand, helping me on to the silver table.  I watched, fully cognizant but unable to move as somehow I became nothing more than an energy field of cells separated by space.  The three began to move efficiently around the room, using various other-world devices to alter some of the cells.  I knew intuitively that they were changing the vibrational frequency in order to heal, or otherwise, improve the cells.  I watched, fascinated, as the tallest of the three came to the head of the table and began to work on my brain.  Again, I knew intuitively what he was doing.  I welcomed his intervention with gratitude, without any fear at all.

This brief story inspires me to tell another.  Somehow it seems to fit in with the truth that we are all cells separated by space, and we all have the power to de-materialize, should we decide to do so and know how to proceed.

I had, through a series of stunning events, landed in Payson, Arizona.  Not knowing the town, or anyone there, I took the first 'do-able' rental I found.  It was a tiny trailer, tucked into the back of a lot in a trailer park.  I don't recall exactly, but it couldn't have been much larger than a 20 foot.

It was late one night when I crawled into the tiny bed at the back of the trailer.  It was summer and so the small window on the side of the bed was open, the scent of Ponderosa pines filling the room and, I assumed, my dreams.  I felt, more than saw, the presence of light outside.  Logic told me that it was someone outside the window but as I focused, I realized that the light was above the tin roof of the place.  The light could not have been the moon.  The trailer was tucked beneath a canopy of trees.

I'm fairly certain I wasn't supposed to be aware of what happened next.  I've had many encounters where I've actually felt them deliberately erase my awareness or my memory.  But this time perhaps they were too busy to pay attention to the fact that I was watching every second of the experience.

The light, which turned out to be the most powerful and brilliant light I've ever seen, had a life of its own.  I watched as it 'disintegrated' the roof above me.  It entered my body and, as it did, I was dematerialized.  I found myself, once again, in one of the medical rooms.  This time their work included helping me get over the trauma of recent events.  They also worked on my brain.  I assumed, after the fact, that it was the purpose of more easily communicating with them.

Once again, I thought that I probably shouldn't have been aware of the process.  When they were finished with assisting me, somehow I was put back into this 'cylinder of light.'  I found myself floating through space, aware of the fact that my cells were scattered and in no way resembled a human body.  I felt myself come back down through the tin roof and watched in awe as this life-like light re-assembled me. 

And now I found myself gliding down the same hallway, passing the first medical room and headed to the second.  I couldn't help but wonder what was next.

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Suspended In Time

After leaving the conference room, Commander Korton and I turned right in the dim hallway.  He indulged me as I stopped for a moment, caught by my intense emotions.

Built into the wall, in this hallway, is a bank of coffin-sized cubicles.  Bodies sleep, suspended in time.  The cubicles are fronted by what looks like tinted glass.  Each is dimly lit, about the wattage of a 15-watt bulb.  I'm aware that the environment inside the cubicles is closely controlled and monitored.  When the spirit is complete with the mission it's set for itself, outside the limitations of this particular body, it will return. 

Without volition, I flattened my palm against the side of one of the cubicles.  A mental message sent to the brave soul who was wandering.  A tear of compassion.  And we moved on.

We passed many doors without stopping but I was aware of activity all around.  Somehow everyone on this craft is busy, but silence in the work fills the air with a sense of deep peace.

We were not so much walking as gliding.  We passed through the hallway's ion booth and soon we were standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the deck overlooking the docking bay.  The scene below resembled the many fabled movies we've seen on Earth.  The area was about as large as four football fields.  Figures moved intently about their work.  A small scout ship sat near the closed bay doors.  Much further to the rear of the room, my attention was captured by a larger craft.  (The scout ships are small, fit for two to six occupants.)

What was there about that particular craft that held me so captive that I was immediately aware of every breath? 

Korton noticed my stare.  "It's not time for you to remember."  He touched my hand.  As the energy of his compassion rushed through every cell, he gently turned me away from the sight and urged me back into the dim hallway.  I knew where we were headed.  A small smile replaced the tears that I hadn't released.

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The Morning Scene in the Conference Room

The day I was taken aboard a craft that is, literally, the size of the United States, was one of the most exhilarating days of my life.  As I entered the conference room with Commander Korton, the map spread out on the large table reminded me of one of the maps that I'd seen aboard the large craft, that I had since dubbed "the U.S. craft."  (Note:  many of the terms I use, such as 'table,' are to describe the other-worldly things in Earth terms, so as to make them easy to visualize.)

Commander Korton stepped to the table and rested his thin fingers on the edge.  He looked almost non-present, as though his thoughts had taken him elsewhere.  I found myself unable to follow his thoughts and so I waited, staring idly down at the map that turned out to be a map of this planet.

"It's funny to me how little people understand the concept of energy, and the truth that there are no boundaries for energy."

I knew what he was talking about, having tried to talk about the reality of what that really means for years.  I nodded in agreement.  "Very true," I murmured.  I gestured at the map.  "Things look much different here than there."

He nodded slightly.  "Earth is going to change.  Nothing can stop that.  Nor should it.  It's part of the eternal changes of existence.  It's the way it's meant to be."  He paused and then turned to study me intently.  "The energy of the Universe will, inevitably, impact the Earth.  But in addition to that, the energy of the Earth will impact the Universe."  His eyes pierced mine as his thoughts intensified.

Commander Korton is about 5' tall, rail-thin, with large almond-shaped eyes and ivory skin.  His presence, his essence, makes him seem twice as tall as he is.  He commands your attention simply by being.  I've seen entire gatherings of up to fifty attendees fall absolutely silent the instant he appears.  But the beyond-comprehension amount of love that he is, despite his commanding aura, always brings tears to my eyes.  I find myself reaching for the comfort of the link between us, no matter where I am.  And I always listen intently to every thought he gives me.

"Part of the change that is going to take place is being created out of necessity, due to the presence of Humankind and their use of that planet.  But I want to add that the fact that almost every human is going to take the planetary changes personally should not be lost on you," he said.

I was puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

"The lack of understanding what energy is all about, what life itself is all about, causes a very narrow vision of things.  With a narrow vision, a soul loses the bigger picture and becomes focused only upon self and events that impact self.  By doing so, narrow little realities are built.  Narrow little realities are the cause of 100% of mis-alignment of Universal Energies.  Mis-alignment of energies causes the rest of existence to, let us say, 'erupt.'  The Universe has to rearrange itself based upon the individual energies it has to absorb and adjust to.  Thus we have uncontrolled chaos.  

"Existence has controlled change, which some might perceive as chaos.  But, again, that relates back to the limited vision of things.  When a soul participates in a lifetime where great change is scheduled to occur, being aware of the bigger picture and bigger truths can eliminate much of the personal chaos and 'taking things personally' emotion that follows."

I studied the map for a second, thinking about what he said.  Earth certainly looked much different.  And I knew he had just given a great key / hint as to how to propel through the changes.

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